Thinking about Qiao Qiao jumping into Ye Shiqing's arms immediately after divorcing him made Ye Xiandong feel uncomfortable no matter how he considered it.
Qiao Qiao was clearly the woman he disdained to want, so why did she become a treasure when it came to Ye Shiqing?
"Young Master, are you still thinking about last night's romantic affairs? It's not like it's your first time, is it still worth reminiscing?" the woman giggled, leaning against Ye Xiandong's chest.
Ye Xiandong, looking at the heavily made-up woman in his arms, furrowed his brows, with the image of Qiao Qiao's plain face flashing before his eyes.
There was no excess scent of powder on Qiao Qiao, nor did she act coquettishly or flirtatiously; compared to the seductive demon beside him, Qiao Qiao was more than just a little different, so why did he always think of that woman?
He frivolously squeezed the woman's chest, instantly feeling that all women's bodies were the same, with no difference.